"This is the national art!"

"Grandmaster hand-to-hand, wonderful!" As soon as the two stopped, after a short silence, they suddenly erupted in earth-shattering cheers. In the pavilion, Liang Zhijing and the others all stood up, looking excited, and slapped their palms loudly.

In this era, there are very few people who practice martial arts, and the inheritors of national arts are even rarer. One of the two is a great master of Huajin, and the other is a young man Tianjiao who has just entered the martial arts. Wherever the fists and feet passed, the crisp sound was endless, and the cement shattered into ashes, such a terrifying destructive power refreshed their understanding of the limits of human physical strength over and over again.

Although they had never seen the real national arts, they also understood at this moment that these two were rare martial arts masters in the world, and they were the real gold selected from hundreds of millions of gravel.

"Hands-on competition, there are losses and wins, Master Cheng don't take it to heart. Han Zheng walked over first and walked back with Cheng Lishan's hand.

"There is no first in literature, there is no second in martial arts, we who practice martial arts, if we lose, we lose, there is nothing difficult to admit. Cheng Lishan's voice was low.

"Master Cheng, you can't say that. Zhang Dashan is the old man's student, Lao Han is the old man's nephew, you are the master invited by Lao Han, call back and forth, aren't they all a family? What does it matter if you win or lose?" Liang Qingping is also a human being, and immediately brought two glasses of wine over to give him relief.

"When you say that, I'm going to be hypocritical, and I can't help but say it. If you can get someone from me Cheng in the future, just give me an order, and I will not refuse!" Cheng Lishan clenched his fists and composed, his expression was sincere, he took the two glasses of wine in Liang Qingping's hand, handed one cup to Zhang Dashan, drank one cup at a time, and said: "A thousand words are all in this glass of wine." Today's grace will be repaid tomorrow, if you violate this word, you should be such a cup!"

Cheng Lishan's words were passionate and loud, and he even threw a cup as an oath, which shows his mind at the moment.

Zhang Dashan's face also became serious, he took the wine glass with both hands, and drank it all in one gulp: "The road of martial arts, there are people outside the world, winning or losing, it is normal, why should Master Cheng be like this." ”

Afterwards, several people returned to the pavilion to drink tea and drink.

Although the number of seats has not changed this time, the atmosphere of the banquet has changed. Liang Qingping and several people frequently persuaded them to drink, but they were all blocked back by Zhang Dashan, and with Liang Zhijing here, a few people were not too attentive, so they had to give up.

When he pushed the cup and changed the lamp, he also asked Zhang Dashan about his teacher, but he told the truth: "My national skills are all learned in the mountains, and I don't know what the inheritance is." His words, in the eyes of others, are pure excuses, everyone just smiled, and they didn't take it seriously.

Then, Liang Qingping said that he wanted Liang Yuzhi to worship under Zhang Dashan and learn martial arts. He didn't refuse, he only said his request: "My national art is not as strict as the general inheritance, but to learn my kung fu, you need three things." The will of iron, the perseverance of flowing water, and the understanding of people are indispensable. Then, the rules were set.

Teach Liang Yuzhi to stand for two hours every day, and within half a month, when he stands up to his senses, he will accept him as a disciple of the inheritance and teach him what he has learned. Stand up and become a registered disciple, and pass on the inner fist. If he has nothing to gain, he is still loose and sloppy, that is fate, no wonder he has no part.

As soon as he agreed, Liang Qingping was full of joy, took out a large pile of gifts, and only stuffed them into his hands. Zhang Dashan picked up two casually, and the others, Rao is Liang Qingping's tongue bloomed lotus and refused to accept it again. Next, Liang Qingping is interesting, and he is not giving gifts. The tea in the pavilion is full of wine, everyone cooks wine and talks about martial arts, the atmosphere is warm, and they are happy.

Cheerful time always passes quickly, after being full of wine and food, it is almost eight o'clock, Han Zheng has something to do first, and he is the first to leave, and after a while, everyone is leaving.

Liang Qingping was sleek and old, and when he saw that Zhang Dashan and Lin Yufei were like glue, he deliberately drove the two light bulbs away, creating an opportunity for them to be alone.

On Hongfeng Mountain, Zhang Dashan took Lin Yufei's hand and walked down.

The weather was very cold, Lin Yufei's body bones were a little weak, and he was afraid of the cold, so Zhang Dashan took off his coat and draped it on Lin Yufei's shoulders, and the thick coat wrapped Lin Yufei up, instantly warm as spring. Lin Yufei's heart was sweet and warm, she leaned her head on Zhang Dashan's shoulder, and the two snuggled up, held hands, and went down the mountain together.

The cold winter wax moon can't stop the strong love and sweetness of the two, and they don't feel cold, so they walk along the white road, and when they arrive at the bus stop, they are reluctant to separate, but they still hold hands and wait for the bus together.

Although it is more than eight o'clock, Star City has a large population, and it is still in the aftermath of the rush hour, and it is a scenic spot here, and there are still many people waiting for the bus.

"Hurry up! Buy a ticket and go back! There are still many people coming up behind!" The car arrived a few minutes later, and Zhang Dashan was caught in the crowd and squeezed up, his ears filled with the roar of the driver.

Zhang Dashan hurriedly looked for money from his pocket, rummaged through it several times, and suddenly remembered that he came in a hurry and didn't bring a penny. He smiled awkwardly and looked at Lin Yufei. Lin Yufei opened the satchel, and after a toss, she also had a bitter face: "I was also in too much of a hurry and forgot to bring it." ”

"Master, we forgot to bring the money, can we take the car first? I will make it up to you next time." Zhang Dashan looked serious.

The driver hurried home, and was delayed by them for some time, and his heart was already unhappy, but when he heard that Zhang Dashan wanted to take the overlord car, he was already hot-tempered, and he couldn't help but say sarcastically: "Yo, you want to take the overlord car? Get on the bus and buy a ticket, it's a matter of course! Look at the dozens of people in the car, who doesn't buy a ticket?" He had a loud voice, and the originally noisy car instantly quieted down, brushing and brushing, dozens of pairs of eyes stared at Zhang Dashan's face, and there was disdain, ridicule and ridicule in that gaze, which burned his face red.

At this moment, a soft and weak immature boy spoke up: "Uncle, I have money, I will buy a ticket for my brother!" I saw that in the crowd, a rickety boy squeezed up, about three or four years old, with a few crumpled one-dollar bills in his little hands, with a round face and a rolling figure, looking chubby, and suddenly cute. He was followed by his parents, a couple of migrant workers.

"Brother, hold me, I can't reach it!" the boy squeezed up and stood on his tiptoes, but still couldn't reach me, so he had to ask for help.

"Thank you, little friend, what's your name?" Zhang Dashan's heart warmed, and he hurriedly hugged the little boy.

"My name is Wang Siqi, this is my pocket money, I will buy a ticket for my brother!" the little boy laughed and threw a few crumpled banknotes into it.

Someone was willing to be Lei Feng, and the driver didn't have anything to say, so he just muttered a few words and drove away.

"Auntie, this is our heart, for Siqi. "You can't go unrewarded for receiving favors. Zhang Dashan was penniless, and after thinking about it, he picked one of the two gift boxes that Liang Qingping gave him.

"Young man, although we don't have any money, it's not bad, the doll does good deeds, we are happy in our hearts, what gift do we use?" Before the woman could speak, the middle-aged man next to her directly rejected Zhang Dashan's kindness. But in the end, he couldn't resist Zhang Dashan's persistence, so he had to accept it, but he didn't open it to see, just regarded it as a gift of dozens of yuan, and casually threw it in his bag.

The bus was speeding all the way, the wind and snow outside the bus were all over the place, and the sound of talking, whispering, and noisy in the car was endless, just like a vegetable market.

Zhang Dashan closed his eyes and recuperated, recalling the details of the battle with Cheng Lishan in his mind, Lin Yufei leaned on him, already tired, and his eyelids were almost closed.

"Dad, why did this uncle put his hand in his mother's bag?" Suddenly, a crisp child's voice suddenly sounded. As soon as the words came out, everyone in the car fell silent like ducks choked by the neck. I saw a young man with an inch of hair, quickly retracted his hand from the woman's open-cut bag, took two steps forward, and looked as if nothing had happened.

As soon as the middle-aged man saw that his wife's bag was cut open, his face changed, and he wanted to shout to catch the thief, but as soon as he raised his head, he met the vicious and cruel eyes of the young man with an inch head, and suddenly his neck shrank, and his heart was cold, and he didn't dare to squeak anymore.

"There's nothing missing!" she didn't lose anything, and the woman didn't say anything, but became alert. Inside the car, everyone knew what was going on, but they all pretended that nothing had happened, but the atmosphere suddenly became weird.

Seeing that no one dared to make a sound among the dozens of people in the car, the young man couldn't help but feel even more fearless, and looked at the people in the carriage with unscrupulous eyes.

Zhang Dashan's heart was on fire, and he was about to jump out, but when he saw that the couple was about to swallow his anger, he suddenly remembered what happened in the morning. Although he is not afraid of things, if the subject does not pursue the matter, even if the young man is subdued, what can he do?

Thinking of this, and thinking of Lin Yufei beside him, Zhang Dashan's hand gradually loosened. He still closed his eyes, not looking at the young man, only looking back at today's fight.

After a while, the car arrived at the station, and everyone rushed out.

Just as the car door was about to close, the inch-headed young man suddenly reached out and touched the child's face quickly, and said in a strange tone: "Such a cute child, as a parent, you have to watch it closely!" After speaking, he immediately got out of the car.

The couple felt inexplicable, but suddenly heard the little boy's heart-rending screams like being cut by a knife, everyone looked in horror, only to see that on the little boy's round face, from the forehead to the position of the cheeks, there was a thin and long terrible knife mark, scarlet blood gushed out of the wound, and in the blink of an eye, it stained the little boy's neck red.

"Brute, hurt my baby, fight with you!" When the man saw this scene, his heart suddenly stirred, and the blood in his chest rushed to his eyes, and his eyes turned red in an instant, and he suddenly grabbed a wrench from the toolbox, and walked out of the car, burying his head in pursuit.

He had just gotten out of the car when the door slammed shut.